你的出現,是風,是雨,
刮得我心痛,下得我心寒,
我知道你走了(鐵定的),也不再回頭.
這次
希望之花已枯死在每一秒鐘上,堅決地
我聽不見讚美,再也不......
祇聽得遠處隱隱的鐘聲
---淒苦,慘澹---
那,便是我的喪鐘麼?

Your appearance

Like wind, like rain.

Its scrape hurt my heart.

It is raining that makes my mind so chilly.

I k know you have gone

Unambiguous... And won’t come back anymore.

This time,

The flower of hope has died in every second

Resolutely...

I couldn’t hear the eulogy...

Not anymore...

All i could hear is the bell

That rings indistinctively

---Gloomy, tragic---

The sound, is that my mourning clock?